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Hi, my name is Sierra
Rochelle
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 | A Nite Tale's Prolouge |
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 4.92 with 13 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-10-08 16:30:21 |
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A/N: I first want to say that this is for the clique Nite_narration Contest. Which anyone can join once you DM Water_Demon or never_more the form. So I am actually attempting to finish somethin, which seems to be like a death of me or something.
Um I am posting the Prolouge because...if I can get out the prolouge I am always going to be nagging my self consistenly if I don't continue...so that in it self is motivation.
I also know I misspelled "want" and "can't" i am trying to reflect a certain accent i guess you can say... so I spelled the words the way it sounds when the character's say it.
Um I do plan on posting more parts...I am seeing that this story is going to be no less then two parts at least. Anyway I hope you enjoy the prolouge and lemme know whatcha think about it kay?
PS--Please rate and comment!
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Nite ’s Tale
It was a fall day in Riken Hills. Trees stretching for miles, full of the declining colors of red, orange and yellow; as the leaves begin to cascade to the ground changing the color pathway for Sierra Rochelle. However the fourteen year old paid no mind to the dazzling surrounding. She walked off the path into the woods. Deeper and deeper she went till she reaches a small river. She sat on the land studying the water in contemplation. Seeing the ripples of her murky red hair that matches her coat to her dark green eyes all in solemn despair.
She heard footsteps behind her and did not even bother to turn around too see who else joined her. Instead she went back into thought almost in a daze as she put out of your mind her environment, suddenly two white roses focus in her eyesight and she looked up to see the beholder of such a delicate thing.
Grandma Willy, as everyone called her, smiled at her young granddaughter. The older lady white hair, fell in waves past the older woman shoulders. Her dark green eyes grown fainter due to her age and the wrinkles around her eyes intensify as she smiled but youth still pumped into her veins.
She saw the young one pale skin reached to take the flowers into her hand tenderly being careful not to pr.ick her fingers and exhaled.
”Come on love one, their waiting.” Said Grandma Willy delicately.
”I rather wish they waited a little bit longer.” Mumble Sierra as she got up and begin to walk in the same direction as her Grandma. The stroll to their destination was lengthy but lastly they reach.
She looked up too see the Iron Gate banner shaped into the name of the place
”The Crypt’s Tale Resting Place”
they walked inside the grave until they got to her parents tombstones. Where Sierra placed the flowers.
Grandma Willy wrapped her arm around the fragile child as she heard but a small sniffle and nothing more.
” There in a better place my love”
”I waunt not to hear such a thing. “ Grumble Sierra as she step out of her Grandma’s embraced.
”We caun’t be certain of a life after this one, now caun we? We caun’t. So leave me be.” She folded her arms as a chill breeze blew softly in her hair.
”All right then, I shall head home. But remember to night is but Hollow’s Eve and one shouldn’t linger in these lands past twelve. Would you be certain you’d be home by then?”
Sierra eyes looked into the heavens as her eyes became lazy and her eye color darken.
”Grandma you fear for no reason. The Tales spoken to us is what it is but a tale.”
”Do you question my years of wisdom on this earth? Do you question the disappearance of your parents on Halloween day?”
”I rather waunt to test those theories, something as happened to my parents that no one caun explain. For them to leave without a trance? It just doesn’t seem right. The tales from the Nite Narration book you and everyone on in village read to us are like a word of law everyone followed or they’ll disappear into the night, Preferably on Hollow’s Day. Yet I see no one here testing these theories. How do we even know the people mention in the book is real?-“
”Your parents are gone aren’t they?’ interrupted Grandma Willy.
”Yes.” Responded Sierra gradually “And Grandma I waunt to know how. If the book is real I want to see my fate. And maybe…maybe…”
”Maybe you caun see your parents? I love you too much for you to leave me into this world alone to a something we both must be cautions of. Come, you come with me now and no more talk of this you hear me?”
Grandma Willy nudge the girl out the gate and the girl walked to their small cottage and say no more. Her heart stilled ache and she wanted to know needed to know the truth behind the Nite’s Tale. |
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